Wife Sharing

[ZzZz]

Some quick background: We didn't start out this way, but through
role playing, fantasies, fantasy reading, etc., my husband and I both
developed a fascination for other men (even strangers) having sex with
me and then my husband listening to my adventure and having sex with me
too. His most explicit fantasy is for me to dress slutty, heavy on the
lipstick, and have sex with a stranger, then come right home for him to
get on me and do all the same things before I clean up. My fantasy is
to have sex with other men and to broaden my experiences, but it wouldn't
matter quite as much as to the extreme of my dress.

And so ...

On this particular summer evening in July of last year, my
getting-ready started in the same way. It was Friday night which is
the best night for dance lounge visits - crowded, standing room only,
live music, dimly lit dance area, easy to share the spotlight with
other women and girls who were dressed nice too.

I take a long, hot bath, and have discovered that I can increase my
internal sexual heat by bringing a few Penthouse magazines to the tub
with me. Just browsing the stories. It was just this type of reading
that my husband Brett and I did in the beginning, which got our minds
drifting off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we also
think many of the stories are fiction and male imagination, but some
seemed more real .. and the sum total left us with desire to
experiment. If I were to dress as Brett envisioned me to, I'd be
almost naked in a tight fitting silk slip & high heels. But that's not
realistic outside our own bedroom.

I wore a very white one-piece minidress, accented with a wide red
leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of
costume jewelry. Have I worn garters before ? Yes, but usually on
special occassions and with dresses that can carry it off well.

*May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this
story I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed to. Language
different than what I am allowed in home, near family.

Brett finds it very hard not to want sex with me during this
preparation period. But we both want it delayed. Him because when I
get home, and after an evening of anticipation, the moment will be more
intense if he waits. And me, because although Brett wants me as a used
cum filled woman, I want to present myself fresher to whomever I meet
later in the evening.

I leave the house around 9 p.m. and it takes 20 mintues to get to the
lounge of my choice. It's one that I'm comfortable with and my husband
and I have both been here before. It takes me another 10 mintues in
the car, building up some courage to go in. I am sexually very
stimulated at being able to play with this extra-marital-sex lifestyle,
but I am also on the reserved side in personality, and more submissive
in nature. So dressing slutty in public and being reserved in private
is like colliding worlds. I don't calm down and relax until after
about 10 mintues inside the lounge, and it helps to be dancing.

As expected it's crowded inside. The band is playing loudly and my
eyes take a while to adjust to the low lighting. I'm immediately
approached by a man who buys me a drink and though I'm not attracted to
him, I take it and engage in some mild conversation just so I can keep
busy for a bit. We even dance one number. I'm feeling better now, and
my eyes begin to take in a wider perspective of the crowd.

I side step off by myself for a moment and an older gentleman asks me
to dance. He's quite handsome and well dressed. I do and we go for
three dances, both slow and fast, and he's quite nice. He's also quite
horny and had enough to drink that he's looking oh so very relaxed. I
was getting a little horny too by now and allowed him to hold me pretty
firmly around the waist as we talked for awhile near the bar stools. It
wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed, but to
have a nice, hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to
my husband to finish up a fulfilling evening. So even though this man
had alot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable
of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go
off somewhere. But could he drive ? I was having some doubts too as
to how this was going to work out.

Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably
dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to
the restroom without this man getting upset. And after one of these
quick trips to the restroom , a much younger guy names Rick approached
me and asked to dance. We did and ended up dancing all the way until
the band took a break. I suspected Rick was married, but he wasn't too
revealing of his personal life as we talked. At least not the domestic
part of his life. I admitted to him that I was married though, and he
was only interested in whether my husband was also here at the club
this night. Once hearing that he wasn't, Rick maintained his
flirtatious interest. He looked 7 or 8 years my junior. I didn't ask
and he didn't inquire much on this subject either. He had to know the
obvious difference though.

The band began another set and we were back on the dance floor. It was
so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other,
lightly bumping. I had a strong attraction to Rick and so it was an
exciting feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my
waist. Mine were around his neck. As he let his hands roam down the
sides of my dress and softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed
and increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we moved slowly
around the dance floor, and then I could feel his erection pushing
strongly from inside his pants, and against my abdomen. He was
commenting on my perfume and the softness of my body and the silkyness
of my dress. His hands were starting to find a home on my rear end and
he pulled it closer to him..closer to his erection. I found myself
helping him a little, though more subtley, and I was having heated
fantasies of the power of Rick's penis. It is an everlasting sensation
I have about the impregating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Rick's
penis trying so hard to work its way to my reproductive canal...to
impregnate me with a very potent sperm.. to mate with me and the leave
me laying open legged on the floor somewhere. It's just a fantasy.

When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the
restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the hall and before getting
to the bathroom, found that the other man had followed me. He was
still very nice, still very horny. Looking even older under the
brighter lights, but that didn't make a difference. There was still
something attractive and adventurous about him. He put his hands
around me and pulled me towards him. He wanted to dance some more and
knew I was with another man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe
thats why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him and permitted
his hands to explore my dress and take a quick liberty with my breast
before I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss and told him it would
be great to talk with him again on another evening, but I have to leave
for the moment. He was very cooperative. More so than some would have
been. Nice person, but I wondered if he'd get home ok.

In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick and in the stall, I
inserted my only birthcontrol, an IUD. I never insisted on a condom,
because Brett's desire is to feel another man's cum inside of me when
he pushes his own penis in to fuck his used wife. From the payphone I
made a quick call home, and pretended I was talking to a babysitter,
just case Rick would walk up to me. This was just a pre-arranged way
of telling my husband that I had met someone, and that sex was in the
cards. It gave him a confirmed sense of anticipation .. that his reward
would indeed come later.

Back on the dance floor, Rick roaming hands had quickly reactivated the
rock hardness of his cock and I gave him a light kiss on the lips to
make sure it didn't go away. He took me by the hand and led me outside
to his car, which was right out front. We drove to another parking
spot in a more darkened area, but still among the hordes of other
parked cars. What a wonderful make-out. In this privacy, Rick kissed
me and our tongues were rapidly probing each other's mouths. My
husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but often wipes his mouth
after the first kiss. Rick was consuming me, and I liked it. He pulled
down the elastic top of my dress and I helped him unsnap my bra. The
warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them,
squeezed them and pooched out the nipples so his mouth could softly
clamp around them was exciting. I revealed to Rick my sensual
desire...for him to cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as
much in as he could, then move back and forth in a milking
motion,stretching it out as far as he could and then back in. This is
highly exciting to me and it drives me to new ecstasies as the sex
foreplay goes on. I grappled had his pants and Rick undid his belt,
his zipper and tried to slip off his pants. He had to step oustside
the car though to get them off, and then through everthing in the back
seat. This man was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front of
me and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I bent over to welcome
him back inside the car. Rick hands went back to my breasts. As I
continued to suck on him, I could feel Rick pulling up my dress over my
ass, and trying to push down my nylons. We were both a little out of
breath and I told him I may not have enough room in here to slide them
off easily. But that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the car
and come over to his side, the darker side where the distant parking
lot light wasn't reaching so brightly.


We both stood outside of the car and I leaned against it with my back.
Rick stood before me, and as I held up the hem of my dress to my waist,
Rick gently pulled my nylons down and off. He then slid my panties
down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face went between my
legs and he started kissing my pubic hair. I was leaning against the
car and actually had my left leg lifted slightly up and definitely out
as Rick's tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My
hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me. I asked him to
come up to me and Rick stood up and embraced me, his penis was sticking
between my legs looking for the right place. When it found it, Rick
plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little then felt the car
against my shoulders as I guess I was leaning back so far in compliance
with Rick's penetrating thrusts.

I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat. Rick was verbal and
descriptive but also respectful. Secretely I was fantasizing about him
not being so respectful as he had sex with me, and in my own dream
world, I was conguring up his aggressive voice calling me his bitch and
that I was the whore he had been looking for.

Rick turned me around and wanted to fuck me from behind too, and I gave
into the desire. I could feel him position his penis up against my
anal hole, but I quickly readjusted him to my vagina and leaned out
farrther for him. Rick didn't object or try again. He entered me from
behind and I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled across
the trunk of the car and Rick's hands went from holding on to my tits,
to holding on to my hips, as he humped back and forth on me. Rick was
also quick to come and I could sense it when he reached climax and he
was ejaculating his cum inside ofme. I knew he had finished, but he
didn't stop. He kept humping as long as he could keep it up and I let
him. I was probably feeling more pleasure than he was at this point,
and I thought it a new experience that a man would not stop so suddenly
after climaxing and emptying himself of cum.

For awhile we could hardly move. I turned around and we embraced and
held each other. Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the
car but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we reclined
the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I put some lipstick on,
a little perfume, we touched some more and did some light petting. I
felt his cock and it was soft but I enjoyed looking at it and feeling
it. He kissed me and felt my breasts for awhile.

It was after 2 a.m. that I arrived back home and as is customary, my
husband was in bed, wide awake, waiting for me to come to him. I
always freshen my makeup before coming into the house, and then sit
next to him on the edge of the bed. He asked if I did it, and of
course I said yes...it happened. He also wants to know if it was a
good experience ( in other words am I in a good mood) or did something
negative happen. No, it was nice...It was a great time. I liked it.
I then started to tell him of the evening as his hand went to my thigh
and soon to my pussy hole. He could feel the fullness of cum still
sticking to the sides of my vagina and I rarely get far into the story
before he has to get on top of me to penetrate this indecent receptacle
of another man's cum. This is Bretts moment...his fantasy come true..
the time when his hard penis is surrounded by the warmth of a strangers
cum. In bed with his unfaithful wife, still unwashed, still smelling
the same as an hour ealier in the parking lot, still faithful to the
marriage, still adventurous.

Sort of the end.. maybe..

[bm4_99]

hot story, got me hard

[ZzZz]

hot story, got me hard

[Tazz41]

Hot story, I've always wanted to fuck anothers wife with his approval.

[Stefan]

excellent story...very arousing..

[Doma]

Great story, but you should've continue or maybe you should have just left it I don't know. I voted for yes.

[harleyd]

You are a great writer!! I love your stories!!

[ZzZz]

You are a great writer!! I love your stories!!

ohh ... thank you all i can add now is " to be continue ... "